Takes of the Lost Shinigami: Book 2 Alternate Story Line

The Distress of Zion

Smiling Ace would chuckle as he spoke. "Camorrun Zailon.. The Devil's most prized Prodigy in his entire Army, A pureblooded Demon who not only has a lustful hate from half-bred demons but the man who single-handedly eradicated the Devil's entire army of half breeds, deeming them abominations to their own kind along with his wife Cortutius Valbolon. The son of Koretsu Demagor, The Devils Second in command next his Prized Apprentice DrakeShier." "I'm glad Min left when he did over this would've been worse." Well since your here i might as well put you to work." Peering his eye's closer towards Ace, Camorrun's ears would twitch. "Did you say Min... That blue-haired bastard... I'll kill him and his disgusting twin brother..." " When this is over I want both of their heads." Walking over towards the Board the Ace had been drawing diagrams of all the God Cities he'd place his finger on the area displaying GoJin city as he continued to speak.

"I don't know who or what we're looking for exactly but I know there's an abnormally high amount of spiritual and angelic power from this city it's always been there." Stepping back as he looked at everyone he'd place his hand onto the table in front of James. "Would you mind accompanying me on this mission.?" As he looked at James, the doors or the room would burst open, A man with greyish silver hair could be seen standing in the doorway, emotionless almost as if they possessed no life force what so ever. Standing there the man would slowly push up his glasses using his middle finger as he did a large sharp-toothed grin would slowly etch its way across the man's face. Seeing the man and the scar on his face, Camorrun's eyes would widen as he stared at the man and began to stutter as he spoke. " Abel..." Looking at Camorrun as he spoke with such a weirdly difference in his voice, James would take a moment to think as he placed his hat onto his head before responding.

"Yes.." "I Suppose I will.." Closing his book distinctly with one hand, James would scoot his chair back as he glanced in the direction that Camorrun was looking in and would notice the man standing there and would open his mouth to speak again. "So.." "I'm guessing that's Abel, then." Nodding his head slowly, Camorrun would keep his eye's glued to Abel's as he continued to speak. "Abel Peters was a priest in a small southern town, his life was peaceful and nothing really changed. One day he met a charming red-headed man while sitting in a diner, becoming acquainted with this man, Abel halfheartedly complained about his boring unfulfilling life and as he did he suddenly felt an awful pressure within his body and soul, The redheaded man was now shaking and apologizing as Abel's mind faded out and a new presence encased itself within his skin.

The new consciousness later introduced itself as HABIT taking over Abel's body his eyes shifted to a deep purple, his eye's would glow as a gnarled sharp-toothed grin etched itself across his cheeks, Rumors that same day maniac was caught on camera slaughtering the people of the town like cattle, and even eating the bodies." "I believe that it was Abel... Or Habit.." mainly because after that day anyone whose around him too long will begin to go mad driven with bloodlust fueled by insanity. A Low dark grin would slowly etch it's way across the man's face, because of his special hearing he was able to hear every word Cammorrun had said, taking a single step forward as he spoke. "That..." stopping he take a moment to push his glasses upon his face as he paused before he continuing to speak. " ....would be correct." The purple-eyed man cooed as his eyes began trailing over everyone in the room.

"Mankind's Bad Habit, is here at your service." Slightly bowing his head, he'd slowly stick his hands into his pockets as he let out a small and somewhat detached chuckle. "Is there anything I can do for you, fine friends?" His voice was sarcastic and dripping toxicity, it wouldn't take a genius to know that this man would try to be the Least Helpful if he were actually given a chance. Picking up his wand from his book, James would put it into the strap on his side as he shook his head, not liking anything that was going on he'd take his book and set it onto the table as he slowly uncrossed his legs, preparing himself as he felt an uneasy feeling as if something was going to happen on his trip with Camorrun. Glaring his eyes towards Camorrun he'd slowly cock his head to the side, resting it on his shoulder as he began to speak. "Your logic makes no sense to me..."